The Cold Vampire

The Billionaire Kidnapped Me

eight years ago, Iuhence met Mhelanie Tschauder in his mother's birthday party. She is the most stunning and ravishing woman his eyes ever laid on. In just one night, she managed to awaken emotions that only a man who has a heart can feel-apparently he has none. eight years later, they met again. The feeling is still there. It didn't go away even if he buried it in the deepest part of his being. But apparently, Mhel doesn't care if she made him feel strange emotions. she doesn't even care when he tells her that he is always housing a boner every time she is near. He doesn't care about him even if he gets run over by a sixteen wheeler truck. And it irritates him. No woman has ever discarded him. No woman has ever refused him. there is no woman who does not care about him. Women begged to be pleasured by him. But not Mhel. She's irritatingly different. She's annoyingly beautiful. And a man got to do what a man got to do in order to get the attention of the woman who dwells on his heart and mind. So ... he kidnapped her.

My Obsessive Husband

Tyron is a one-woman-man kind of guy. He doesn't do cheating and flings. He believes that a man should only love one woman. The longest relationship he has is three years and still going strong. but his belief about love was challenged by cupid when Raine Lynn Dizon barged into his life - literally. When he saw her heart-shaped face, Argentine eyes and sweltering lips, his belief was forgotten. all he could remember was his need to kiss those sultry lips and stared at her tantalizing Argentine eyes. Will he resist the attraction he feels for the girl even though he knows it is wrong or would he let his feelings show as he thrust hard and deep inside her?

The Vampire Slayer

"Choose, my life or the life of your bride ?!" In an instant, I am standing at the edge of the cliff, ready to jump any time. I saw her run away, still visible to my eyes. We were far away but I could still see him. "Of course! My wedding life! Xavierre Van Vladymir's life!" Huh? Am I alive? Then that means ... "Yes, you are." In just a snap she is in front of me again, she's indeed a vampire now. "So go ahead and jump in." Then she kissed me.

The King Of Filifia

Elvy Ashton was a smart, obidient and know-her-limitation woman. A kind of woman that Prince Dwight Luhence Emmerson, the next king of Filifia, wants. He wanted her badly that he almost forget his responsibilities in his country. Dwight need to marry the lost princess of Ihmapuleya and having an affair with Elvy would totally ruin his reputation as the next king. But would he risk his country just to be with Elvy? Who he thought was in love with another man. Would he risk everything he had just to loved Elvy Ashton? That he doesn't know was the lost princess of Ihmapuleya that he must marry.

Reincarnated Into A Girl Body

"I was blinded by the sunlight hitting my face I was probably yawning because I was tired and drowsy — Wait, am I dead? I quickly sat up but I was stopped by what I felt holding my hand "Hmm" I think he's awake I just stared at it until he opened his eyes and his eyes widened looking at me Do i look like a ghost? "Hi?" I'm asking for salt "G-are you awake yet?" Question it "Is it obvious?" I squealed and pulled my own hand away "Wait, dear princess and I will call your father and mother as well as your siblings" He said at length that I just nodded But wait? Did he call me princess? WTF? !!! I ran to the bathroom, how did I know? kasi may sign tsk I immediately searched where the mirror was when I found it I saw a beautiful fairy Damn she's so gorgeous "Don't tell me that?" I pointed to the girl in front of me "No fckng way!" I speak weakly To make sure I wasn’t dreaming I punched the glass I felt so painful that I just laughed softly because I wasn't dreaming fck, I REINCARNATE TO A GIRL BODY?!!"

Breaking The CEO's Heart

Ivana Evans is in love with her bestfriend's childhood friend Evren Wilson that is a popular guy in their school. But what if everything change because of Faded Memories.No matter what happen memories will never fade, memories will never be replaced.That's what I always believe.Part of our memories are how we feel about each other, the times we are together and the two of us are happy. All of that is a part of our core memories.No matter what happen memories will never fade.But what if destiny suddenly takes it?Memories will never be replaced.But what if our memories of the person I love dearly were replaced by the memories of the person he was with when he forgot who I was in his life.No matter what happen memories will never fade, memories will never be replaced.That's what I believe.But what if he really forgot?What if he doesn't know me anymore?What if he remembered something else?What if he no longer knows who I am in his life?And what if the happy memories of the two of us were completely replaced?Could I still believe it?

When Love Is A Lie

Katherine endured mistreatment for three years as Julian's wife, sacrificing everything for love. But when his sister drugged her and sent her to a client's bed, Katherine finally snapped. She left behind divorce papers, walking away from the toxic marriage. Years later, Katherine returned as a radiant star with the world at her feet. When Julian saw her again, he couldn't ignore the uncanny resemblance between her new love and himself. He had been nothing but a stand-in for someone else. Desperate to make sense of the past, Julian pressed Katherine, asking, "Did I mean nothing to you?"

Comeback Of The Adored Heiress

Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.

My Husband's Blindness, My Sweet Revenge

The roasted lamb was cold, a reflection of her marriage. On their third anniversary, Evelyn Vance waited alone in her Manhattan penthouse. Then her phone buzzed: Alexander, her husband, had been spotted leaving the hospital, holding his childhood sweetheart Scarlett Sharp's hand. Alexander arrived hours later, dismissing Evelyn's quiet complaint with a cold reminder: she was Mrs. Vance, not a victim. Her mother's demands reinforced this role, making Evelyn, a brilliant mind, feel like a ghost. A dangerous indifference replaced betrayal. The debt was paid; now, it was her turn. She drafted a divorce settlement, waiving everything. As Alexander's tender voice drifted from his study, speaking to Scarlett, Evelyn placed her wedding ring on his pillow, moved to the guest suite, and locked the door. The dull wife was gone; the Oracle was back.

Savage Obsession: The Remorseful Tycoon Wants A Second Chance

A year into the marriage, Thea rushed home with radiant happiness-she was pregnant. Jerred barely glanced up. "She's back." The woman he'd never let go had returned, and he forgot he was a husband, spending every night at her hospital bed. Thea forced a smile. "Let's divorce." He snapped, "You're jealous of someone who's dying?" Because the woman was terminal, he excused every jab and made Thea endure. When love went cold, she left the papers and stormed off. He locked down the city and caught her at the airport, eyes red, dropping to his knees. "Honey, where are you going with our child?"

The Humble Ex-wife Is Now A Brilliant Tycoon

For three quiet, patient years, Christina kept house, only to be coldly discarded by the man she once trusted. Instead, he paraded a new lover, making her the punchline of every town joke. Liberated, she honed her long-ignored gifts, astonishing the town with triumph after gleaming triumph. Upon discovering she'd been a treasure all along, her ex-husband's regret drove him to pursue her. "Honey, let's get back together!" With a cold smirk, Christina spat, "Fuck off." A silken-suited mogul slipped an arm around her waist. "She's married to me now. Guards, get him the hell out of here!"

Too Late: The Spare Daughter Escapes Him

I died on a Tuesday. It wasn't a quick death. It was slow, cold, and meticulously planned by the man who called himself my father. I was twenty years old. He needed my kidney to save my sister. The spare part for the golden child. I remember the blinding lights of the operating theater, the sterile smell of betrayal, and the phantom pain of a surgeon's scalpel carving into my flesh while my screams echoed unheard. I remember looking through the observation glass and seeing him-my father, Giovanni Vitiello, the Don of the Chicago Outfit-watching me die with the same detached expression he used when signing a death warrant. He chose her. He always chose her. And then, I woke up. Not in heaven. Not in hell. But in my own bed, a year before my scheduled execution. My body was whole, unscarred. The timeline had reset, a glitch in the cruel matrix of my existence, giving me a second chance I never asked for. This time, when my father handed me a one-way ticket to London-an exile disguised as a severance package-I didn't cry. I didn't beg. My heart, once a bleeding wound, was now a block of ice. He didn't know he was talking to a ghost. He didn't know I had already lived through his ultimate betrayal. He also didn't know that six months ago, during the city's brutal territory wars, I was the one who saved his most valuable asset. In a secret safe house, I stitched up the wounds of a blinded soldier, a man whose life hung by a thread. He never saw my face. He only knew my voice, the scent of vanilla, and the steady touch of my hands. He called me Sette. Seven. For the seven stitches I put in his shoulder. That man was Dante Moretti. The Ruthless Capo. The man my sister, Isabella, is now set to marry. She stole my story. She claimed my actions, my voice, my scent. And Dante, the man who could spot a lie from a mile away, believed the beautiful deception because he wanted it to be true. He wanted the golden girl to be his savior, not the invisible sister who was only ever good for her spare parts. So I took the ticket. In my past life, I fought them, and they silenced me on an operating table. This time, I will let them have their perfect, gilded lie. I will go to London. I will disappear. I will let Seraphina Vitiello die on that plane. But I will not be a victim. This time, I will not be the lamb led to slaughter. This time, from the shadows of my exile, I will be the one holding the match. And I will wait, with the patience of the dead, to watch their entire world burn. Because a ghost has nothing to lose, and a queen of ashes has an empire to gain.